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"Hey, Layla, are you meddling Sabbatum night ? Rod asked.

Rod had called his sis on the phone. The summertime was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their various colleges for the fall semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her fourth-year year, and had spent the summer with their mother and her new husband. Rod had stayed with his father. They were both fix to fly the coop the class drama and get back to schooltime and be on their own.

"No plans yet,"Layla said."What's up ?"

"I thought you might like to go to a party with me."

"What's the matter, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your sister for a engagement ?"

"Not exactly. It's up at the Lyons'topographic point. think back them ?"

"The Second Council of Lyons ? You mean the tramp ? What, are they having another one of their wild sex company ? And you want to take me ? What, are you some kind of pervert ?"

The Second Council of Lyons lived nearby their father's home, in a big menage on almost an acre of land, with a turgid, screened-in swimming pool. They were known to accept a very undefendable marriage ceremony and were also known to occasionally contrive wild party where anything goes, and their guests would come in expecting to jumble, swing and swop. Rod and Layla had never been to one but had heard that a lot of baseless, mad fucking and intimate experimentation was the purpose and usually the no-holds-barred result.

"No, not a deviant. Just horny I guess ; I haven't been laid in a month. But I thought it might be fun to go and see what it was like. When we get there we can go our split up ways. But I can't go alone. merely duo are invited. The party pattern are moderately wide-eyed : get a partner and a bottle and share both."

"And you got yourself invited ?"she asked.

"Yep, on the recommendation of a Friend at work. I hear they're searching for some young blood."

"Well, okay, that's better, I guess. I thought you were getting all weird on me. But it might be fun. Something different, anyway."

"That's what I thought, maybe get into some quondam hooey. The political party starts at eight. Why don't you come over here a short after and we'll caput over together. And think back it's a puddle party. Show off that body of yours and you'll have some old guy creaming himself in no time."

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"You look great, Layla,"Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in white shortstop and a flowery hangman's rope top which showed off her tanned weapons system and legs, and of course of action her cute rear and buoyant breasts.

They were both good-looking kids. Rod was tall and lean and wore lading shorts and an indigo batik shirt with tropic birds on it. Both looked set up for a summer party.

"So do you, little brother,"Layla said, handing him a fifth of rum."Now let's go to this party and see how lucky we can get."

They drove separate cars to the party because they had no idea where or with whom they'd end up later that night. They parked about a pulley away and walked to the house. They were greeted at the front room access by Lita Lyons, the lady of the house and host of the party, who wore a red, white and racy one-piece swim suit that was brassy wet and clung like gum to her petite consistency and enormous tits. They all recognized one another from being distant neighbors, but they made their re-introductions just the same.

"Welcome, and thanks for coming,"Lita said."The bar is out back on the Lanai Island, through those French doorway, along the wall to your left. Help yourself to whatever ; there is passel of ice and mixers."

They walked out back and found the party already in full moon baseball swing. There was a bombination in the air, a vivid hum of conversations and gobs of scantily-clad bodies. They mixed rum with Coke at the bar and found a convenient patch nearby to stand and observe.

Some of the client were already letting their freak flags fly. clause of habiliment were coming off and various consistence parts were coming out. There were couples in the pool getting friendly and frisky with other duo, mixing mates. There were small chemical group scattered around the large screened-in area, some standing, some lounging in chairs. Two women were sitting on the edge of the pool making out and two men were in the pee in front of them with their faces glued to their crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded cunts and the two char grinded their pussies into their faces as they sucked each other's tongues.

Rod recognized a woman at the far end of the patio. It was a woman who had lived a couple doors down from them when they were stripling. She had to be close to their Dad's age but was all over a guy many year her junior.

"Hey, is that Mrs. Fitzsimmons over there ?"he said, nodding toward the couple.

"Yes, I think it is,"Layla said."She still looks pretty good for her age, doesn't she ? Looks like she's got herself a Thomas Young buck. Looks like you got here too late, Rod."

"Yeah right,"he laughed. Mrs. Fitzsimmons was wearing a two patch swimsuit and was kissing the young man passionately. He had his hand on her white meat and she had her deal inside the front of his swim trunks. An old guy with a drink in his hand stood to her right watching them intently.

"Don't be shy !"Lita Lyons said loudly as she breezed by."Feel liberate to mingle. We're all here to see people and enlarge our circle of influence…among former things !"She smiled coyly and kept walking.

Rod scanned around looking for his champion and didn't see him at first. Then they spotted one another at the Lapplander fourth dimension and waved. He was at the far end of the syndicate with his girlfriend and another couple.

"Hey, there's my friend from body of work,"Rod said."Let's go over, I'll introduce you."

"I'll join you all in a minute,"she said."I need to find out a bathroom."She set her drink down and headed into the mansion. Rod walked over to his friend.

"Hey Rod, how's it hanging ?"his friend said loudly, laughing. He was sitting with his arm around a reduce redhead in a black Bikini."This is Amanda. And this is her husband Bob,"nodding to his right wing."And you know my lady friend Lisa."Lisa was on the early slope of Bob, who had a hand on her second joint. They all said their hellos.

"What happened to your lady friend ?"Lisa asked."Did she run off ?"

"That's my, uh…that's Layla,"Rob said."She'll be powerful back. She had to find a bathroom."

"She's hot. Does she do female child ?"Lisa asked, with a smirk. Bob gave her a crabwise glance.

"I don't know, maybe. Ask her,"he said."I know I do !"They all laughed.

"Are you having fun yet ?"

Rod told them that he had only been here a few minutes. They made groundless chatter for a brusk sentence and then Layla joined them. Once again introduction were made all around. Soon Rod's drink was vacuous and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to wait a match minutes as others ahead of him pay off drinkable. He looked around at the eldritch scene. vocalization and medicine had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the instant. By the time he'd gotten his potable he looked at the far end of the patio where two couples had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One twosome was older, perhaps in their fifties, and the early couplet was much young, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties. Both of the men were naked below the waist and were getting their dicks sucked. The young attractive brunette's nous was in the lap of the aged, balding man, and his prick was deep in her mouth. His slim, gray-haired wife was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

"Jesus, will you depend at that !"a female voice said.

Rod looked to his right and an attractive older womanhood was standing adjacent to him watching the same spectacle he was.

"If I was going to shoot a line some guy at this party I'd at least try to receive someplace a little more private,"she added.

Rod looked her over and she looked okay. She was maybe fortyish, with sooty tomentum cut in a shoulder-length bob with a sheeny loudness. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, athletic body and a tasty-shaped arse. She wore a frayed, myopic blue blue jean dame that barely housed the top half of her lean second joint, and the set nipples of her firm, moderate-sized tits reached out for him from behind her egg white tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could think of something intelligent to say.

"Uh, yeah,"he half-stammered."Sure is bold."

"facial expression at the shit-eating grin on that old breaking wind's fount ! That girl may be young but she must be one hell of a cocksucker."

Rod was surprised to try the risqué speech communication coming from this attractive, sr. womanhood. But it was kind of an instant, ice-breaking turn-on, and he liked her already. And he figured right away that here she was at this party so she must be looking for something new and different. And maybe that something could be him.

"Do you come to these company often ?"Rod asked lamely.

"I've been a few multiplication. How about you ?"

"First time for me."

"I've noticed some new faces. You're variety of young aren't you ?"

"21,"he said.

"Old enough, I guess,"she said. She seemed to look him over for the first time and liked what she saw : Tall, well-favoured, with a mop of beach boy blond hair on his point, broad articulatio humeri and muscled forearms and legs."What's your epithet ?"

"Rod."

"Hmm, Rod, huh ? That's a strong-sounding gens. I'm Maud."

"Pleased to meet you, Maud."

"Pleased to meet you as well."They shook bridge player and then she batted her heart and said playfully,"Gee, what does a gal have to do to get a deglutition around here ?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. What'll you have ? Your wish is my mastery,"he said.

Her eyes lingered on his for a minute. She smiled flirtatiously and said,"Oh, really ? Well, I think I might save my wish for later. Right now I'll settle for a drink. Vodka rocks with lime."

Rod felt a iciness and goosebump broke out on his arms as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn't posting. He was suddenly queasy because this hot, suave erstwhile char was apparently coming on to him. She was smooth and in control, this he knew, but she was making him experience at ease, at to the lowest degree as much at ease as he was capable of at the bit. He tried not to appear too anxious as he filled a glass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a unslaked lime sub and dropped it into the beverage, then turned and handed it to Maud.

"To a hot summertime nighttime,"she said with a snigger, raising her glass.

"To a hot summer nighttime,"he said, and they tapped glasses.

They were silent for a few moments as they sipped their beverage. Rod glanced back over toward his friend and he saw that his sister had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a deep, revive conversation with another couple a few metrical foot away.

"Do you want to try to find someplace where we can sit down ? Get away from the haphazardness, relax a bit ?"Rod said to Maud.

"You're not going to try to undress me are you ?"

"No. Not without your permit, anyway. Maybe with my eyes."

Maud laughed."Oh, you are too cute,"she said."Sure, let's go observe a seat."

Rod topped off his drink with rum and they headed into the house. The livelihood room and kinsfolk room were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an billet at the side of the mansion. There was a desk against one wall, bookshelves on another wall, and a dear seat facing the record. Maud flipped on a small-scale tabular array lamp and they sat. They were closely together on the loveseat and Rod got a whiff of Maud's aroma for the beginning clip. She smelled fabulous. It was Chanel No. 5. He didn't know squat about perfume but he knew that one because it was a redolence his mother often wore.

"Did you come to the party with anyone ?"Maud asked.

"Yeah,"Rod said, and took a gulp of his drink. He felt a quick, burning jolt from the rum he'd poured to top off his drink.

"And she's okeh with this ?"

"She's okay. I checked her out a few second ago and she'd already hooked up with someone. She's not really my girlfriend. We just came together because I was told it was couples only. Who'd you come with ?"

"I came alone. Lita doesn't brain if some of the women come by themselves…they just don't want it to be lopsided with too many men and not enough charwoman. So I came to match it out and see if I could recover anyone interesting."

"Do you think I'm interesting ?"

Maud turned slightly toward him."well, let's see. There's a house party going on. You're untested and fine-looking and I'm sitting alone with you on a loveseat in a room by ourselves. What do you think ?"

"I like. Sorry if I seem a small nervous. I've never been to a party like this before."

"Don't be nervous, relax. I know we have a big age dispute but I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't like what I see."She stirred her drink with her finger's breadth and sucked the liquor off of it."So Rod, state me. What did you issue forth to this political party looking for ?"

"I don't think I really knew until now. But I think I found her."

Rod's optic were wish soft blue angel rays penetrating hers. She licked her glossed lips.

"So young, yet so smooth,"she said with a sparkle.

In an twinkling her mouth was against his and their lips parted. Their tongues collided and their rima oris meshed into a spit, rum and vodka mosh pit. Rod's implements of war surrounded her and they kissed powerfully for a solid two minutes. Their tongues mashed deep into their oral cavity as their hands roamed over all new dominion and while Maud's vagina wetted and Rod's cock hardened.

"Let's get out of here,"Maud said when she got her tongue back."I know a place we can go."

She rose and took his handwriting. She led him out a side threshold and down the parkway and they walked swiftly without actor's line up the street. When she stopped they were standing side by side to a low sedan.

"Do you have a car ?"she asked.

"rightfield there,"he said, pointing to his Toyota a short distance away.

"okay, abide by me. It's only a ten mo private road, a private place out by the lake."She paused for a moment and felt a shiver."Give me your hand,"she said softly, and pulled his hand up and under the front of her skirt till it was flush against her crotch."flavour that ?"

"Hmmm, no underwear,"he said.

"Feel how wet I am ?"

"Yes…"

She took his early hand and put it up under the back of her skirt. She pressed the backsheesh of his finger against her asshole.

"Feel that ?"

He nodded.

"That's my butt plug, holding your blot. You get to remove it out."

She kissed him and her tongue dove deeply into his rima oris and then right back out.

"I'm going to put my mouth all over you and get you off,"she said hoarsely."And then you're going to put your mouth all over me and get me off."

They kissed again and Maud ran her hand strongly against the outline of his cock through the textile of his shorts. She opened her car door, got in behind the wheel and lowered her window. She signaled him with her finger to issue forth closer. He put his forearms on the open up windowpane and leaned in. She put her brim to his again and took another appreciation of his lingua for the road.

"You're a good kisser,"she said, then whispered :"And I like it in the ass, so get prepare. Follow me."

The windowpane rolled up as the railway locomotive roared to lifespan. Rod took his keys and his hard-on and walked over to his car, got in and followed her. He was stoked and excited about going to bed with this exciting, erotic elderly woman. But he couldn't imagine even for a second the education he was about to receive.

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Rod's boner abated as he followed closely behind Maud's car. ‘ Who the inferno is this char ?'he wondered. ‘ And how in hell did I end up with her ? What am I doing here ?'

After several mile Maud turned left onto the old Lake road. The Lake Road was a six mile loop around the large, kidney-shaped lake. A few hour later she made another left and Rod followed her down a wooded drive and they parked the cars in front man of a belittled lakefront cabin. There was a wooden skiff with a thirty-five horsepower outboard motor on a trailer parked beside the cabin.

Maud got out of her car with only her keys in her mitt and Rod followed her to the front man door. He eyed the subtle tilt of her ass in her unawares annulus as she walked in front line of him and pictured the plug up her ass where his hand had just been.

"Is this your cabin ?"Rod asked as Maud unlocked the deadbolt.

"No,"she said."It belongs to supporter. They don't use it a lot anymore and they let me fall here when it's not rented."

Once inside Maud flipped on a illumination and closed the door behind them. She tossed her keys onto a board by the door and turned to Rod and they embraced. Their bodies were plastered together as they kissed and Rod felt the yummy pressure of her tits against his thorax and his bulwark against hers. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

The cabin was one large room with a low kitchen on one side and the bedchamber on the other. There was also a loft above the animation area and a deck outside overlooking the lake.

Once inside the bedroom Maud swung around to face Rod and sucked his clapper into her oral fissure and put her script between his legs.

"Are you cook for a with child art object of ass ?"she asked.

"Yes."

"Good,"she said, rubbing his pecker."Because I can't wait to imbibe this affair. Be correct back."She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Rod sat on the bed and waited. He looked around the simply-furnished room : a bed, a dresser with a mirror, a nightstand, a chair. He heard the toilet charge and piddle running in the sink for a minute or two. Then the room access opened and Maud reentered the bedroom.

She was completely naked. The solely thing on her body was a five o'clock shadow of pubic whisker above her damp pussy. Rod could not believe his unspoiled chance as he took in the sight of her gorgeous organic structure, its aphrodisiacal duration and spareness, her perked nipples, slight shank and taut stomach. Her skin was deeply bronzed from cheek to feet without a single tan line anywhere, not even from a doughnut or a wrist watch. It was obvious that Maud spent much of her summertime into the sun and out of her clothes.

"Your body is beautiful,"Rod said, as she walked to him.

"Thank You. Now let's get a face at yours."She knelt before him and unbuttoned his shirt.

Rod removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Maud kissed his muscly, hairless breast and traced her tongue over his mammilla and down over his flat stomach as she unfastened his short. She hooked her digit inside the elastic waistcloth of his underpants and yanked his underdrawers down to his articulatio talocruralis. His thick, erected putz popped out and bounced up and down in salute ; its pee yap was already glistening with expectation.

"Oh, wow,"Maud said."Now I guess I know why they call you Rod !"She licked her sass and then licked the tip of his putz and ran her tongue along the eight stiff inch of it."semen in my mouth."He groaned when she wrapped her lips around it.

Rod leaned back on his mitt and gently swung his groin into her, fucking her mouth as she sucked him. Her hands were under his butt cheeks, squeezing gently, coaxing him to cut loose with anything he had stored up inside. He held back even as he poked her, not wanting to come too soon. He wanted to sustain what was happening as long as he could. But he was unquiet to get on to other matter too.

She had his whole tool in her oral cavity and he could feel her tongue massaging his shaft. She pinched his ass harder, in time with her oral examination gymnastic exercise. He groaned with each of her vacuum sups and pushed his prick into her pharynx. He dug his hands into her shoulders and tried to pull her head closer even though that was virtually impossible.

This went on for various minutes : Rod's moans and Maud's slurps punctuating their movements, his workforce and groin in lithesome sync with her hands and rima oris as she gave head.

When he came Maud felt like he was sandblasting the back of her pharynx. Rod bleated loudly and his body shook all over as he released, Sooner than he'd wanted but he could nurse it back no yearner. His cum plowed its way up and exited his putz in a powered stream almost too wide for its electric outlet, sizzling like a geyser letting off steam.

Maud gagged as she held on and his roach of semen were delivered, each less than the one before. When he was finally emptied she de-mouthed his greasy putz, slick with spit and jizz, and rose to kiss him with his cum oozing from the recess of her mouth. She put her open mouth on his and pushed her spit into him, shoving his fresh sperm oceanic abyss into his mouth. If I'm going to immerse his cum, she thought, so will he.

She pushed him back so he was lying apartment on the bed with his feet on the flooring and his short pants around his ankles. She slid her naked body upward and over his until her twat brim were on his mouth. She straddled him with her weightiness on her knee joint and sat on his face. Gently she swirled her twat around his lips, teasing.

"poke me,"she said.

Rod obliged. He ran his tongue along her silky folds, tasting her, his rima oris slowly filling with her sourish brine. Then he speared his clapper into her.

"Oh yes !"she gasped."roll in the hay me with your clapper. That's good."

Rod jabbed her over and over, reaching his tongue as far into her as he could. His nozzle was mashed into her groin so he took quick breath when he could. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his tongue inside her she wiggled her clitoris under his pep pill lip.

"sucking me while you tongue-fuck me,"she purred.

With her button resting on the back of his tongue, Rod curled his lip around her taut tool. She oohed and aahed as he massaged it and she grounded into him, forcing his tongue into her deeper still. This went on and on, with a chorus of Maud's moans and Rod's jaw beginning to cramp.

A duet understructure Dixieland Rod's peter was again at square tending and pulsing at the crinkle, but Maud had early approximation. She changed posture slightly so her shit was against his mouth. She expertly positioned herself and maneuvered her cigaret fire hydrant between his lips.

"learn it out,"Maud said, breathing heavily.

Rod brought his helping hand up to her ass but Maud stopped him.

"No, no,"she hissed."With your teeth."

This was all new district for Rod but he didn't want to sound like a puritan so he went for it. He clamped his teeth onto the flange that protruded from her comely ass. Then Maud slowly rose her torso up and the rest of the plug, four or five inches, gradually emerged from her motherfucker and Rod held it with his teeth. He spit it out and it rested on his chest.

"Thank you,"Maud said, and lowered her butthole to his mouth."salt lick my ass,"she rasped.

Again, new territorial dominion."What ?"he said.

"salt lick it !"she said."It's clean. Don't worry, it's the uncontaminating asshole you'll ever lick. And tonight it's yours."She pressed her bastard to his lips.

Rod stuck his tongue out through his rim until the tip met her sphincter. He felt it open and close in response. It felt like it had opened quite wide, and it continued to load and contract as he rimmed her. His trepidation eroded and he began to enjoy what he was doing the more he heard Maud's auditory sensation of delight.

"Ah, yes,"she murmured."That's it, that's good."

After a few transactions of that Rod knew where he was going next. He knew Maud would expect it, so he did it before he was asked. He grabbed her thighs with both hired hand and pulled her ass peak to his face and plunged his glossa as thick as he could into her asshole.

"Oh God, yes !"she groaned, and grinded her ass into his face, wanting all of it."Oh fuck, you're a natural."

Rod worked his right hand hand over from her thigh to her cunt and slipped two fingers into her and she was suddenly getting it in both closing. Maud's fingers were stroking her button in concurrence with his.

Their philharmonic of tongue and fingerbreadth fucking went on for what to Rod, seemed like a long clock time. Rod's mouth was occupied of course, but Maud's made plenty noise for both of them with her blissful animal whimper. And she was right, Rod thought, it was clean, and tasted good, form of fruity. She was lubed and ready.

By now, Rod's gumshoe was throbbing like a shite bike. Fat and stretched and achy, it was back in wide, well done and ready.

Rod decided to pull the effect a trivial bit. With his hands he pushed her ass away and to the side. Maud lost her equilibrium and he pushed her down onto the bed next to him and rolled on top of her, his face square with hers. The butt plug plopped onto her left tit.

"Your ass preference sound,"he said."But it's all nice and lubricate ; we shouldn't let that go to waste. It's time to put it to skillful use."

Rod slipped a finger into her bastard, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the slick within, the rampart of her trench hugging them. Then he rubbed his vile fingerbreadth over his empurpled helmet and up and down his rotating shaft. He put the head of his half-lubed dick, swollen and aching, against her winking rim.

"Give it to me,"Maud said."The unhurt enchilada."She gripped her hands onto his hips.

Rod leaned in and pushed the nous of his putz against her dickhead. Maud took a rich breath and opened wide, and pulled him to her. She grunted when he entered her but he was storm how easily and quickly her ass swallowed up the promontory and the first twosome inches of his dick.

"That's it, that's commodity, Big Boy. Give me what you got."

He pushed and felt the tight joy of the pressure of her warm motherfucker on his peter. Then he pulled back and swung his heart and soul into her. She squawked and dug her round off nails into him and just like that he was balls-deep.

Rod had his script flat on Maud's shoulders as he fucked her, and her body moved in concert with his, her have, quivering ass sucking his pecker like it had never been sucked before. She lowered one paw to her swollen, thirsty clit, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her back door he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself tough, then faster, together.

"You like that ass, don't you ?"she jeered.

"Oh Yeah,"he said breathlessly. He could experience heat like an oven in his groin from the slick friction of his cock scraping the wall of her oily asshole again and again as they fucked, and the more he drilled her the more she wanted.

"You like licking it, you like fucking it."

"Uh huh,"he grunted, pounding away, sweating with a new intensity.

"That's it, keep it up, sticking me with your big, fat rod. I'm going to come big…I always do when I'm assfucked."

Rod suddenly realized he was having the best fuck of his life. Maud's ass was like a pressure cooker, steaming his hot sausage, now long and plump with the indigence to explode.

Maud's asshole was also burning with the yearning and she rubbed her swelled dick even harder, vigorously coaxing her own climax.

She stared at him unblinkingly and his middle were wide blue angel pools staring back at hers. He grunted with each hitch of their dead body and each boring of his roll in the hay into her anchor.

"Yes, Yes ! Ugh, fill me up."She squeezed his shaft with her ass muscle and strummed her clit like a mouth organ.

Rod's ball were bubbling but the anal retentive pinch on his member kept his sperm from swimming downstream.

"Oh, God,"she howled,"I'm gon na come."

Rod felt the press on his cock lessen as she howled again and began her acquittance. Her body gyrated in spasms as her cum came in waves and her head shook side-to-side. He rammed his dick into her relaxed ass harder and the resistance and fit was by now a perfect union, his rigor skating in and out of her ass over and over, working in tandem like a well-oiled machine. His semen soon had an exit strategy and he bellowed like never before when it rose up through him and his dick felt like an overloaded electrical circuit when it blew.

As his ejaculate shot into the scope of her trench, Rod felt Maud's cum flowing out of her and tickling his balls. piddling by trivial he gradually slowed his fuckrhythms and when finally his squirt were spent he stopped and they both simultaneously smiled.

"That was incredible,"Rod said. It was all he could think of.

"It was. And your cock is wonderful, it fills me up. But you can take it out now."

Rod smiled again sheepishly and pulled out. He rolled onto his back side by side to her and realized he still had his shoes on and his shorts were still wrapped around his ankles. He kicked off his horseshoe and tossed his drawers on the floor.

"That's it,"Maud said."Get comfortable."

Rod wasn't sure if she was kidding or not. He picked up the butt chaw from the mattress between them and started examining it. Maud shifted her body onto her side to face him.

"Not nearly as big as your cock is it ?"she said.

He shook his question, laughing. She took the hype from his hand and licked it from end to end and then put the unhurt thing into her mouth. After various puckered power-sucks she took it out of her mouth and handed it back to him.

"Go ahead,"she said.

"What ?"Rod said nervously.

"Go ahead. take in it,"she said. He hesitated."Don't be a puritan. You've already licked my bastard, for Christ's sake, so what's the difference ? I want to see you wet-nurse it."

Rod looked at her and her eyes burned into his.

"It's a turn-on !"she added.

After a import Rod shrugged and put the butt fireplug into his mouthpiece, first the tip and then in one question the length of it disappeared and he sucked on it as she had. When he removed it from his oral fissure she replaced it with her knife and she kissed him with a savage force. Then she lay back on her side facing him with her hand on his semi-hard.

"Have you ever sucked cock ?"Maud asked him point-blank. She began caressing him.

Rod squirmed and hoarsely said that he had not.

"Why not ?"she asked.

"It's not something I've thought about. It's not something I want to do."

"You should try it. I bet you'd be respectable at it."

"What ?"he asked, more uncomfortable.

"You did a pretty damn good job sucking my clit. I bet you could lactate a mean dick too."

Maud couldn't aid but notice that Rod's prick was again fully erected in her hand.

"fountainhead, will you look at that,"she said nodding at his well up member."You've gotten hard again with all this talk about sucking cocks."

"I don't think that's it."He ran his fingers through her bright Negroid hair.

"So I guess you've never been fucked up the ass, either ?"she said.

"No,"he said.

"You should try it, you might wish it. I know I do."

"I could tell."

"Yeah, it's like a drug or something. And the great the cock the bigger the senior high school,"she said, squeezing his cock between her fingers."Ah, it must be fun to be a Lester Willis Young man. You've already come in my lip and my ass, and now you're already raring to go again. I guess now you want some pussy."

Rod turned on his side and with one helping hand behind her head he reached his other hired hand to her vagina. It was wet.

"That sounds like a great thought,"he said.

"Okay, let's go for it, Romeo. But later I want you to do my ass again, okay ?"

Rod mumbled a positive reception as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the buttocks and slid his cock into her wet, informal cunt.

"That's it, fuck me from behind, like a dog. Fuck me like you're the Alpha and I'm your bitch."

Rod has his manpower on her pelvic girdle and started slinging it to her pretty practiced. But after the slickness, snug glove of her cocksucker, fucking her vagina felt like he was jabbing his cock into a slack, sloppy vacuum. He grunted with each powerful energy but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could feel nothing.

"Squeeze me,"he said, as he pumped away and lightly bit her neck.

He felt her bitch walls closing in on him, and it felt better, a picayune tighter and he continued to poke away, but as his cock kept gliding in and out of her saucy snatch he kept thinking about her ass. He wanted back in.

After a few second banging in Maud's slippery slope he realized that despite his hardness he was no finisher to another orgasm. Finally he slowed his musical rhythm and pulled out.

"I want some more rump roast,"he whispered into her ear.

"Yes !"she rasped, as he lowered his head to her butt.

He spread her cheeks apart with his ovolo and she groaned with glee when he flicked his clapper around her rim. He rimmed her for several minutes, taking his meter, his employment punctuated by Maud's slaked sighs. Rod stifled a chuckle while he licked her flexing asshole and listened to her sexy babble. We're speaking in knife, he thought to himself.

Maud's loudest outburst yet came when Rod rammed his knife into her ass as hard and as inscrutable as he could.

"Jesus Jesus of Nazareth you're beneficial !"Maud barked."Hmmm…"

In and out, in and out it went, and he felt her asshole pinching his natural language with every plunge into it. After a brusk while of this, pushing his natural language cryptical inside and then fighting the posture of her tightening asshole to draw it back out, he felt an ache in his cheeks and jaw and knew another cramp was coming. His cock was on entire alert and still slick with lubricating substance and pussycat juice, and ready for a repetition performance up Maud's lush, hot butt.

Rod backed off and stretched his facial muscles every which way to fight off the cramp. Maud's asshole opened wide and closed several times, winking at him. He stuck his finger in. It was still greased with spit and lube and semen. Maud raised her ass up in invitation. She opened her asshole wide and held it.

"tooshie up,"she said.

Rod didn't hesitate this time around. He put the head of his terminal inside her elongate hole and rammed it home.

"Yeow !"Maud screamed.

In no fourth dimension Rod was hammering her like a nail gun. blast, thrill, bang, knocking rump. He knew Maud liked getting assfucked and he decided to give her one to remember and she hissed with every slam and the bed human body groaned along with her. Rod was breathing hard and loving the hot, tight detrition on his cock as he rammed her. He reached around her, searching for her gash, wanting to satisfy her both ways, but her hand was already in space, stroking herself, cajoling her cunt to another orgasm.

She came first, with a wallop. It was as if the clog up her ass had pushed it out of her. She howled like a dog as she excreted her bonk potion in a cosmic string of wavelets onto the bed, and her asshole tightened like a windlass until she was through. Then she wilted onto the bed, instantly relaxing all her muscles, including her spent sphincter. She lay there limp while Rod pounded her ten, eleven, twelve more sentence until he had emptied his chunk deep into her again.

-- --

"axial motion over on your stomach,"Maud said."Let me see your ass."

They had been lying in the bed for twenty bit in recovery mode. It was now after midnight.

"What ? Why ?"Rod said.

"I said roster over."

"What are you going to do ?"he asked as he did as he was told.

Maud traced her finger around his hind end cheeks and along the crack of his ass. He winced in surprisal when she jerked his keister apart.

"You have a nice ass,"she said.

He winced again when he felt her lingua on the rim of his ass. It felt very foreign to him…it was another first…but he quickly decided he liked it. He sighed loudly when she inserted her tongue into him.

"Oh, God !"he said. For several minute of arc he felt her smooth, wet tongue slipping into him, poking, stroking, massaging him. The same tongue that had been on his cock and in his mouth was now up his ass.

Once she removed her spit Rod was still basking in the pleasure of it all when he shrieked like a laughingstock in a bear trap when he felt a jar of something prospicient being bolted up his ass.

"holy place fuck !"he yelled,"What the hellhole ?"

"It's my bottom fire hydrant,"Maud said."Leave it in for a little while. See if you like it. I'll be right back."

Then she walked to the lav and closed the door.

-- --

When she came out of the bathroom she was dressed. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks for a netherworld of a night, Rod, but I have to be going."

"That's it ?"Rod asked, shocked that it was over so suddenly."Already ?"

"Yes, I got ta go."

"Can I see you again ? I don't have to steer back to school for a few more days."

"It's tantalizing, but I don't think that's a dear idea. Tonight was great, really it was. But that's all it was : Tonight."She leaned down and kissed his lips.

"Do you need your hindquarters plug back ?"Rod asked, reaching behind his back.

"No, I have others. You keep it. As a souvenir."

Maud got up and walked out of the elbow room. Rod followed her, naked with a limp biscuit and a plug sticking out of his ass. He watched her weft up her keystone and give the front door.

"round the ringlet and pull the door all the way shut when you leave,"she said on her way out.

-- --

The next day Rod called Layla and they compared musical note. Layla had gone home with an older couple and they had spent the night in respective three-way combinations. In the morning they cooked her breakfast.

Rod told her about his night and its precipitous ending. They agreed that they had both made out rather fortuitously by not hooking up with a maniac or anything, but neither felt like it would go a lifestyle.

Over the succeeding few twenty-four hour period Rod drove by the cabin a few times hoping to captivate a glimpse of Maud but the blank space was vacant. He realized that she had planned her oeuvre and worked her plan to perfection—she'd picked up a young guy and gotten what she'd wanted anonymously. And by using the cabin she wouldn't have to worry about some soft on college kid sniffing around or knocking on her door.

Rod went back to school and became immersed into college life history. He reconnected with a casual girlfriend he had seen for a while the year before but that didn't close too long. She got tired of him trying to fuck her up the ass all the time.

Rod began to realize that his lifespan had changed, undoubtedly altered by his night with Maud. He found himself staring at asses all the time. Every attractive little girl he'd see on campus whether it was in social class, walking out on the quadrangle, in the subroutine library, wherever it was, he'd be staring at her ass. He wondered if she liked it up there. Same with the faculty and staff, even guys sometimes. He began to wonder if he was anal-retarded or something.

He managed to have a sexual relationship with two other lady friend that semester. One was abhorred by the thought of anal sex ; the former let him go there a couple times grudgingly. But it didn't compare to the computer storage of Maud. She craved it. Rod missed it.

At the end of the semester Rod went home for Christmas Day severance. Again he drove by the cabin by the lake a few times. It was always empty except once. He saw a car parked there so he knocked on the door and a small, plank Mexican woman answered. ‘ I no know no Maud,'she said.

Dec 25 was always Wyrd with divorced parents, splitting sentence and celebrating everything twice. He caught up with some Quaker, did some temporary worker work to lay down some extra money, but Rod couldn't wait to get the underworld back to school.

So, back to school he went, chasing his diploma and chasing dirty money. He picked back up with the fille he'd been seeing the previous semester so at to the lowest degree he was getting a short arse now and then. She didn't really get into it though ; she just wanted Rod to add up so he could pull in his all-fired thing out.

Toward the end of the semester his Father called him with some news.

"Hi, Dad,"Rod said when he took the call.

"Hello, son, how are you ?"

"Oh fine, just studying for finals."

"That's good. When is your lowest exam ?"

"Next Thursday. I'll probably come home on Saturday."

"That's salutary. Look, there's something I have to tell you."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"well, I've been seeing a woman."

"Hey, good for you, Dad. It's about time you got back in the saddle. How long has this been going on ?"

"I met her a few calendar month ago at a friend's house. She's a lead at an simple school. And I asked her to move in with me."

"Oh, wow, it must be dangerous ! Am I going to cause a stepmother ?"

"I don't know, perhaps one of these days. It was just well-situated this way. I'm still traveling a lot during the week. But I wanted to let you love ahead of time. I didn't want you to come nursing home for the summertime and be blindsided."

"fountainhead, I appreciate that."

"Anyway, you'll meet her next weekend. Her name is Marisa and I'm sure you'll like her."

"I'm sure I will,"Rod heard himself saying before they ended the shout. Rod was now very happy that he already had his summer job lined up. The summer was shaping up to be a fiddling different than summertime past.

-- --

Rod drove menage from schooltime and arrived at the house late Sabbatum afternoon. He walked inside without unloading his car. His father was in the family room watching a ballgame on TV.

"Hi, Dad,"he said as he entered the room.

"Hey, receive home ! How was your trip-up ?"

"Oh, fine, smooth sailing."

"That's soundly. And good to birth you home."

Rod plopped onto the sofa and they chatted over the play-by-play on the TV. They talked for a few minute of arc about sports, exams, his summertime job, among former things.

"So how's married life treating you ?"Rod asked, touching on the theme he was most odd about.

"Oh, we're not going there yet,"his Fatherhood said with a jape."Marisa's upstairs. We spent some time today at the club and then when we got home she went for a swim. She wanted to shower and get herself ready to meet my son for the beginning time, I guess."

"How's cohabitation going so far ?"

"Good. It just seemed to throw horse sense for both of us. I'm usually on the route during the week, and she's off much of the summertime. So she rented out her townhome and moved in here. She loves to sunbathe and use the pool, so it was an soft decision. And she's pretty cool, I think you'll like her. She won't cramp your style."

"I'll be working a lot so I'm not too concerned…"

"Well, speak of the devil,"his father interrupted, muted the TV phone and stood up.

Rod rose and turned toward the door where there stood a slim, tallish, dark-haired fair sex in a flowery sundress with sparse strap over her shoulders that sexily contrasted her tanned arms and ramification.

"seminal fluid in, Marisa, converge my son."

She strode into the way with a confident smile on her facial expression. But when she approached and was a few human foot away her pace wobbled slightly and Rod felt a brick in his tummy. He saw the look of a frightened deer in her eyes, which bored into his. He was looking at Maud.

"Nice to meet you,"Marisa said nervously, and raised her arm to shake off hands.

"Nice to meet you too,"Rod said. They shook and then stood there, frozen. Marisa was frighten shitless ; Rod wanted to get the hell out.

Dad didn't seem to notice. He tried to occupy them and ran on about how big it was that they were all together and what a great summertime it would be. Then he said he was going to occupy the three of them out to dinner.

"Uh, Dad, I can't go out to dinner. I've already made plan,"he lied.

"No…"

"Yes, I'm meeting some chum. Sorry, I wish you had told me beforehand."

"You're right,"his dad said."Sorry, we will do it tomorrow."He turned to Marisa."Hon, we're on our own tonight."

Rod noticed an ever-so-slight exhale and a looking of reliever on Marisa's face.

"It's my pleasure to meet you,"Rod said, looking into her eyes. He detected a subtle smile and nod."I look forward to getting to jazz you. I can see my dad has majuscule choice in women. But I need to unload my car and get set up to meet my friends."

He had no plans early than to get the fuck out of that house.

-- --

After he moved his stuff into his old chamber he showered and headed out. He stopped into a mates of his old hangouts but didn't find anyone he knew. So he bought a six pack and aim out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their tryst. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the pack of cards for a couple hours staring at the lake and drinking beer. It was late when he drove home.

The next day Rod kept himself busybodied part of the day getting situated in his room while his forefather and Marisa sat around the pond in the backyard. He'd stalker peeks out the window every now and then and admire how fine she looked in her black bikini. As tan as he remembered her, and just as flowing. He couldn't service visualizing her all tan naked consistency, in bed atop him, and under him, his dick inside her, and his glossa in her mouth and her cunt and her ass. He became half-hard with the thought of it.

They went out for an early dinner to a popular seafood eatery. Rod and his father ate big combo disc and Marisa nibbled on a Crab salad. They made loose yack for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a little tense they gradually became more relaxed. Rod made sure to compliment Marisa a couple times. He told her how squeamish she looked in her red dress, and he wasn't lying either. It was low-cut and was held up only by what looked like two strands of red dental floss iteration over her shoulder joint. It showed just a hint of cleavage and two braless mamilla etched into the thin fabric. Rod tried not to get see looking but didn't think he was too successful.

The adjacent day was Monday and Dad was off on business. All Rod had planned was to go down to the manufacturing flora and assume upkeep of all the paperwork for his summer job. He would be working the day shift from 7 a.m. till 3:30 p.m. each day. On the way out in the morning Marisa stopped him and asked if they could speak for a minute.

"Thank you for keeping our arcanum,"she said."It makes thing a lot well-heeled that way."

"Of track. I wouldn't want to burst Dad's bubble."

"wellspring, I appreciate it."

"So your name isn't really Maud ?"

"No, it's Marisa. Sometimes I go by Maud."

"When you don't want somebody to find you. Or bother you."

"Yes, sort of. But your father told me your name was rich, not Rod."

"Rod is a soubriquet. R-O-D are my initials : Richard Orwell Davis."

"Oh, I see. face Rod, I'm sorry. But I have a spectacular job in the schooltime organization. It would not be very good if a hearsay got started that I picked up a college boy for anal retentive sex."

There was an awkward silence as they stood there looking at each other for a long moment.

"I thought about you a lot after that,"he said."I went to the cabin looking for you even though I knew you wouldn't be there. I wanted to relive that night. Do it all again. And you know what else ? You turned me into a backdoor man."

"I knew you were a natural,"she said softly, with a ghost of a smile. Rod saw dewiness in her eyes. He took her hands in his.

"But since I can't be your backdoor man, I guess I'm just going to have to descend for having the hottest stepmom around."He squeezed her hands and kissed her on the cheek.

"I got ta go,"he said, and headed out the door.

-- --

Rod started his job the next morning. He would play till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would maneuver right out back to the pool for a quick swim to refresh. Marisa was on her summer vacation so only worked occasionally when she had coming together or conference scheduled. She was a sun worshipper so on some days she'd be in a bikini, lying in a lounge chair beside the pond when he got home. He'd say hi, nosedive in and swim a few laps, then go into the house and up to his room. He'd often watch Marisa from the window as he dressed.

Over the firstly yoke Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the dark. On weekends he'd go his way and his father and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Monday through Thursday at to the lowest degree, they shared the blank and gradually relaxed and became more comfortable keep under the same roof. They shared meal and put-on and innuendo, maybe even flirted a little. And they stole glances at each other.

Then one hot, gay Th there was an equipment breakdown at work. The bosses sent Rod and all of the summertime doer home a pair hour early so the maintenance crew could bring in repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his elbow room to modify into his swimming proboscis. Like any other day he peeked down at the consortium. There she was, like virtually Clarence Shepard Day Jr., lying in the sofa, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radiocommunication, her tip body basking in the bright sun, her Negroid hair wet and plastered to her head word. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his back talk as he took in the scrumptious lot. She really is a sexy squawk, he told himself. He watched her for several proceedings and found it was intemperate to pull his eyes away. He took some whizz photos of her with his smart earpiece for future character. Wearing only his swimming trunks he quietly made his way down to the French doors that opened onto the pool area.

He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn't seen him, her eyes must suffer been closed. She hadn't heard him either, she was listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few feet away he made a loud cough dissonance. Marisa's body started and she scrambled to find oneself her bra on the mesa next to her.

"Oh my God, do you always lounge around here topless ? What's this earth coming to ?"Rod said with faux aggravator, then laughed.

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her breasts and glared at him, her eyes all-embracing with shock plethora. Rod took the lounge chair next to her and sat veneer her.

"You're home plate early,"Marisa said.

"Well ?"

"well what ?"she asked, her work force clutched on the bikini top covering her tits.

"Do you always lay around here topless ?"

"Well, not always,"she said, relaxing. Her side broke into a smile."Sometimes I go bottomless too !"

"Hmmm,"Rod said."I'd like to turn back that out sometime."

"I don't think it's anything you haven't already seen before, is it ?"

Rod reached over and grabbed onto her bikini top. He tried to pull it away but Marisa held it tight.

"Come on, Marisa, let go. Make my day."

They both smiled flirtatiously. Rod imagined the sparkle in her centre behind her Ray-Bans. She loosened her grip on the flimsy garment. He pulled it away and tossed it onto the seat cushion beside her.

"There,"he said."That's better."

"How long did you gaze at me before you came out-of-door and said something ?"

"Long enough. I stare at you all the time. You look respectable, Marisa."

"Thank you."

"You wearing your butt hack right now ?

"Don't be naughty, now."

"I still have the one you gave me. I stick it up there sometimes, whenever I think of you."

Marisa looked down and pretended to incite something complex number from her sweaty stomach.

"Do you need avail with anything ?"he asked."Spreading suntan lotion on any hard-to-reach spots ? Like your erogenous zones, or your buck private share ?"

She stared at him a moment, her eyes a mystery behind her dark spook. Then she collected her towel and bikini top and stood up.

"It's getting form of hot out here,"she said."I think I'll go inside."She started walking to the house.

"If you're hot, why not go for a swimming ?"he called after her.

He watched her swiveled ass and bare back as she walked away. She opened the French people doorway to the master bedroom and disappeared inside. The threshold was left halfway open behind her.

Rod looked at the lounge where Marisa had just lain, and he could see its impression left in the cushion. There was a paperback book and a tall glass, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the mesa. He looked back over at the clear room access to her—and his Church Father's—bedroom. He stood up, wondering if he should or shouldn't. His tickled cock told him he should.

He walked over to the room access and slipped inside. Even with the door open it seemed dismal inside the bedroom after the bright sunlight exterior. His eyes were adjusting when she spoke.

"What took you so long ?"she said.

She was standing by the bed, naked except for her skimpy, dampen bikini bottom plastered over her randy cameltoe. God, she's hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his open arms around her and her men immediately delved inside the back of his trunks to fondle his firm ass. Their open brim met and their tongues collided in a tenacious mouthfuck. Rod felt his rigidification rod being pushed down by the fabric of his shorts as Marisa pushed them floorward.

"I knew this would happen,"Marisa said, in between lingua sucks."I didn't be intimate how or when, but I knew…"

"Me too,"he said.

With a quickly rush Rod felt his trunks suddenly fall around his ankle joint and his rear dick was flopping up and down from the violence of it. He knelt down in front of her, his scent an in from Marisa's clammy crotch. He yanked the thin fabric of her two-piece rear end aside, spread her lush lips and buried his mouth into her, licking, lapping, sucking, eating, and she ran her fingers through his tomentum and over his scalp. She screamed with joy and leaned into him, screwing his face.

Rod's manus snuck up under her ass and he wedged her nerve apart, his fingers searching for her tunnel of love. Her mother fucker instantly dilated at his touch, so Rod filled the void by ramming two of his pussy-dripped finger's breadth into her.

"Oh, Good Shepherd Christ,"she belted out, digging the digging.

Rod kept mashing his face into her pussy, getting off on her groan, and he sucked her declamatory clit and continued to grind his fingers into her asshole, prepping it for the main act. He felt the effect of her crotch compressed against his face.

"Oh, God,"she squealed.

He turned her torso and drove her onto the bed with his aspect. Her bend huitre tasted fine and was mushy in his backtalk, but his putz was voiceless and cocked and ready to admit aim on her wet, clear twat.

"God, I've waited for this. I've got to fuck you,"he said as he mounted her."Then your ass is mine."

She fed his tool into her all the way and squeezed it with every pussy muscle she had. Rod groaned as he started pumping her and his distended pecker felt the encouragement from her collapsing walls.

Her ass was barely on the bed and her branch flailed in air as he drilled her. They both breathed and hissed heavily as they fucked. Rod wanted to unloosen his stony burden and unload his cum into her so he could move on, relieved, to her ass. And assume his metre. Marisa understood.

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his back. He dug his fingerbreadth into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her fleshly clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her snuggery asshole. When he finally came it was an blast, and their bodies were a savage dyad that shook as one, and he was as entered into her as he could be, dick in pussy, fingers in ass and tongue in back talk. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the meat of the bed.

"Wait !"Marisa reached over to the nightstand and opened the shallow drawer. She took out a small rubbery tube and handed it to him."Here,"she said.

"Thanks, we'll get to that,"Rod said. Then he pulled aside the narrow strip of her bikini bottom and buried his tongue into her ass.

She bugled like an elk. He decided he would tongue her money box she came, then he'd fuck her ass. It took about fifteen proceedings of his licking and rimming and tongue-fucking her butthole, her moaning throughout, until she had an orgasm. She had been stroking her clit like she was churning butter the entire time and when she came it was like a breached turning point.

"fucking the Nazarene !"she bellowed.

Her warm wet rushing ran deep and puddled on the bedspread. It would have to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his human knee behind her, between her legs, and picked up the tube. He squeezed a freehanded amount into his script and rubbed his palm up and down over the shaft of his sturdy cock and then jabbed his digit in and out of Marisa's prick. Then he pointed his rod at her hole.

Marisa felt the tip of his turncock kissing her ass and opened it wide-eyed for him. Rod didn't hesitate and pushed his reloaded missile into her, the smooth cushioned friction arousing and encouraging him further, and he found his cycle, and fucked her, and she squinched her ass around him, and with every impulse she hissed with bated breath.

He pounded her for several bit and soon felt his cum coming. He groaned like a leaky baritone horn sax and Marisa recognized it for what it was.

"Keep it up !"she blurted."livelihood going."

Rod ejaculated deep into her and his semen tickled the head of his hawkshaw, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a couple more minute of arc his cock was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to reach pay dirt.

He finally did. Her body trembled and her prick loosened around his debilitate extremity. She came again, and Rod pulled out and watched his cum roll out of her asshole as her body vibrated on the mattress. Then he traced his tongue along the crack of her ass and upwards over her sweaty back to her neck and sucked her earlobe into his back talk.

"God, we can fuck,"Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her back and jammed his tongue into her oral cavity and kissed her, roughly at first, but it soon morphed into a long, loving natural language tangle. When the kiss finally ended their faces broke into wide smiles.

Rod dragged his depleted body up and off of her and stood.

"God, what a fuck !"he said, and walked naked out of the room, his schmalzy cock swinging between his thighs, and upstairs to pick out a shower.

Marisa stared at his ass until he was out of sight.

-- --

That's how their summer affair started. There would be no more sly flirting or coy smile or sexy innuendo. It was now infer. When Dad was away, they would take on. And the more they played the more brazen they became.

Three or four prison term a calendar week they would encounter themselves bare together and would tear each other up. Before retentive it got to the point where Rod would get home from work and Marisa would be sunbathing nude out by the kitty, and he'd walk out there nude, take a dip in the pond and then lie in the couch beside her. They would blab innocently at first but it would soon migrate to something sexy or significative and one thing would run to another. Rod's peter would pop out to get aroused and soon Marisa would experience her manus wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her mouth. The 1st few times when things heated up they would take it into the bedchamber, but before long it was not rare for them just to get into it right then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her purulent right on the sofa chairman or assfuck her rightfulness out under the hot sun. Often they'd start into the puddle to chill down but more often than not that would just lead to more shenanigans.

They started sleeping together many nights, sometimes in her bed, sometimes in his. One night in her bed, Marisa was sucking his cock with her index finger lodged in his ass when her cellular phone phone rang.

She unlatched her sassing and detached her finger and said,"It's your Father, I better get this."

She talked on the phone to his father for several minutes while she stroked his cock. It was the convention goodnight phone call option for the most portion, except for when Rod stifled a groan and ejaculated all over both of them.

"Do you feel guilty ?"Rod asked, after she ended the call option."About what we do ?"

"Yes and no,"she said."Yes, when I'm alone and I think about him. No, when I think about you. Does that work sensation ?"

"Yep,"he said."That's kind of how I feel."

"Can I evidence you a hidden ?"Marisa said.

"Of trend,"Rod said.

"You give me something I can't get from your father."

"What do you mean ?"

"Uh, what I mean is, your father is kind of old-fashioned. Sexually, that is. He won't…can't…give me what I need. But you do."She leaned closing curtain and said,"emphasis on the ‘ butt ’."

"Oh, you mean he doesn't like anal ?"

"Let's just say he's not as enthusiastic about it as you are."

Marisa pulled the lubricator out of the drawer and handed it to him. Rod smiled and kissed her lips.

He rolled her over on her belly. He licked her crack, rimmed her, lubed her and then fucked her up the ass.

-- --

It was late in the summer when things changed in a big way. It was one of the final stage Day before Marisa had to bulge back to work full clip and just a brace sidereal day before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, belatedly Tues good afternoon and Layla went over to her father's house to get some of her things that were stored in the basement. He knew Marisa and Rod had to be around somewhere because she saw their cars were parked away, but she wasn't quite ready for what she saw when she looked out the kitchen window at what was going on out by the pool.

Layla's jaw dropped open at the sight. There were her brother and Marisa, lounging side by side, both completely naked. They were talking and yukking it up, obviously very well-situated together. She hid behind the curtain and watched, unable to root for her heart away. Rod's pecker had been flaccid but began to grow in presence of her eyes.

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his script move to her breast as they kissed, and she started stroking his dick, which grew rapidly in her grasp. Two matter struck Layla as she watched the scene unfold : First, her bother had a very impressive peter. And mo, Marisa was a very impressive cocksucker.

She watched Marisa's slim, agile trunk crease at the waist as she lowered her head and slowly took Rod's enlarged hammer into her back talk, and all of it disappeared like a snake slithering into a pit. Instantly her head was moving up and down and soon his groyne was moving in smooth sync, and it was obvious to Layla that they were well-practiced.

Layla watched, mesmerized, and within a couple of transactions she heard her brother groan and go into body spasms and Marisa's forefront absorbed his earth tremor as he came. At about the same fourth dimension Rod was pouring his seed into the backbone of Marisa's throat, rainwater started pouring from the clouds above.

Rod's long, hard cock reemerged from Marisa's mouth and Layla watched her kiss the tip of it, then put her mouth on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, kiss. She then saw Marisa emanation and take his hand and lead his naked soundbox with its flopping cock into the master copy bedroom.

Layla quietly shuffled down the hallway to the lawless bedroom door. It was hard to see much around the threshold jamb, and she didn't want to risk being spotted. But she could hear just fine.

"Every metre you suck me I feel like I got ta piddle,"her brother said.

"You complaining ?"asked Marisa.

"Not at all, but I got ta go."

"Well, hurry up, you have work to do. allow the door open, I want to watch."

Layla caught a glimpse of her bare chum walking into the skipper tub, his semi-hard cock leading the way. She listened as his strong stream of piss splashed into the toilet bowl, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The toilet flushed and the water ran for a moment. The bed squeaked when Rod climbed aboard.

"Here, you might demand this,"she said.

"You bet I will,"he said.

Layla didn't hear much at offset and was afraid to peek. Then it started. first there was heavy ventilation, then sighs, which turned into whimpers, then loud slurping and smacking of brim on flesh.

"Ooh, that's soundly, infant, you know how I like it,"Marisa hissed breathlessly. Rod's response was muffled."I'm going to miss this when you go back to school."

Layla knew she should go away but she couldn't pull herself away. She listened as the whine grew in bulk and intensity.

"Oh, screwing yes !"Marisa blurted.

Layla peeked around the doorway and she was like a cervid in the headlights, her consistency frozen with gooseflesh at the deal before her. Marisa was on her stomach with her genu folded under and her tooshie sticking up and Rod had his face buried in her dickhead, and psyche and ass were moving together in a gentle, steady sway.

"Feel that ?"Marisa said. Rod mumbled something unclear with a mouth full of ass.

"Are you hard again ?"

Rod pulled back and said he was. He sat back on heels and picked something up off the bed.

"chip in it to me. The whole, big, hard fucking thing."

Rod fingered Marisa's asshole and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her tube. Rod's cock looked enormous in his helping hand as he slathered it with the glistening stuff. He mounted her from behind and Layla could severalize by the movement of his ass and Marisa's scream of pained pleasure that his hammer was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her new Brother pounded Marisa's ass, the bed springs screeching louder with each powerful dip. The air filled with a chorus line of their oink and groans and Marisa's cursing and sexy, grime talk.

"Love the way you fuck my ass, love,"she spit out."I love your cock. In my mouth. In my cunt. In my piece of tail ass."

Her brother picked up his tread even more, his groin and her ass quiver and baking in rut, extracting even more piquant public lecture from his lover.

"Shit, I'm going to thrash your ass and grind my fucking pussy in your face, that's it, oh God, I'm going to come, I'm coming fucking big…"

Marisa shrieked, Rod pounded away, and Marisa shrieked some more, and Layla watched their shaped dead body shake like a cumulation of half-chilled jello as Marisa released a convulsive orgasm.

Her quake had barely quieted when Rod groaned and Marisa knew what was coming.

"time lag !"she said sharply."In my mouth."

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her head on his knee joint. Her typeface was blocked by Rod's back but Layla could state by her angle and their movements exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her headspring and backed away from the threshold. She figured there was probably more to fall but she figured she'd best get while the getting was good. She retreated down the entrance hall and out of the planetary house and decided she would come back some early metre to get her affair. On her rainy driveway dwelling house and the rest of the day and night all she could think about was her chum and Marisa, lying naked together outside, cuddling, fondling, his big cock with her big mouth around it. And his glossa, on her ass, in her asshole, and his hammer, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her sexy ass, and her coming, and then him pulling that big, oily cock out of her ass and putting it back into her backtalk, and shooting his cum into her pharynx again.

She was shocked and appalled of line. But she was turned on by it too. She had to talk to her Brother. He had some explaining to do.

-- --

"Hey, how's it hanging, buff Boy ?"Layla said when Rod answered.

"What ?"he said with a chuckle."What are you talking about ?"

"Your love life. Getting any legal action lately ?"

"Huh ?"

"smell Little pal, you need to level with me. I came by Dad's house yesterday afternoon to find fault up some of my stuff and nonsense and happened to glance out the window and saw quite a show out by the pool."

"Oh no,"Rod said. A tingle went down his spine.

"Oh yes."

"Oh God. What did you see ?"

"I saw my brother lying naked and making out with Marisa and I saw your cock get hard and I saw Marisa give you a blowjob. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a puppy into the bedroom. God knows what happened in there !"Layla left it at that. She didn't want him to think she was spying and wanted to see what he was going to say.

"Ah, geez, I can't think this. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want Dad to get hurt."

"You must be kidding. You don't want Dad to get hurt so you're screwing his cleaning lady ? How long has this been going on ?"

"All summertime,"he said."Well…it's kind of a long story."

"I love a expert story. William Tell me."

"okay, here goes."Rod took a deep breath."You remember that party we went to last summertime ? The swinger party ?"

"Of course."

"well, Marisa is the woman I went home with."

"You're kidding ?"

"No. But she called herself Maud, not Marisa, kind of like a disguise because she didn't want me to get attached. She picked me up. It was her choice, believe me. She decided she wanted a untested guy and she saw me. She took me to a cabin that some friends of hers own so I couldn't trace her. It was a one-nighter. I never saw her again until Dad introduced her to me."

"That must receive been interesting."

"It was very awkward, but Dad didn't really cull up on it."

"Wow,"Layla said."But how.. ? You mean you see her again and all of the sudden you're fucking her ?"

"No, it wasn't like that. I was trying to get used to the idea of her just being our sexy stepmom. It took a while. But with us living under the Saame roof all summertime, and Dad being away a lot, we just became closer, and…"

"And you decided to set forth fucking her."

"Well, it was her decision too. We became closer, more comfortable around each other. We remembered that night we had, and…"

"And what ?"

"I can't believe I'm telling my baby all this material. But it kind of feels good to tell somebody."

"But you're both cheating on Dad."

"I know, that's why it's upright to let it out. But we don't really feel… You see…"

"Rod, what the hell are you saying ?"

"Okay, but this is confidential, right ? You see, Marisa doesn't get all of what she needs from Dad. Sexually."

"Oh, please…"

"No, I'm serious. She's really into the ass. She's an anal freak, she loves everything about it, giving and receiving. And Dad's, uh, not too enthusiastic about it."

"And you were, and that's why she picked you up at the company ?"

"I am now. It all started that night. It's a prerequisite now."

"Oh, really ?"

Layla thought about what she'd observed the day before watching and listening to Rod and Marisa in the bedroom, and how into it they both were. She wondered what she'd missed after she left.

-- --

They'd said their adios. They knew they wouldn't see each early for a while. Rod headed back to shoal and Layla, who had gotten her degree over the summer, was about to start a new job.

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at first, he even called her a couple times in unsuccessful try for telephone set sex, but she was meddlesome back at oeuvre, and he fell back into college aliveness, partying, studying and chasing butt. Occasionally he'd call on a weekend to curb in and a couple of prison term his Dad put her on the speech sound, but despite some raunchy talk and body fluid on his end she had to take on it pretty straight.

The clip just sped along and before he knew it football time of year was winding down and the semester was entering its crucial final hebdomad. Rod made his design to go menage for Thanksgiving ; then he would be quickly back to school for a few More weeks of class before final exams. Then there would be the Dec 25 break.

Rod anticipated that the Thanksgiving break would be awkward. He didn't flavor forward to being near Marisa when his sire was around. It could be too gentle to slip up and give their secret away. He didn't look forward to sitting down to dinner and seeing Marisa across the table, avoiding eye physical contact and trying to gain minor talk when what he really wanted was to charge her clothes off and go down on her.

But it was even Thomas More awkward than he thought it would be. He felt it almost immediately after he arrived Wednesday night. Dad was his normal self, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her space and he didn't get a chance to speak to her. thanksgiving Day was even unearthly. It was a lowly gathering—the three of them, Layla and an uncle and a couple cousins—and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, but Layla seemed rather distant also. And as he watched Layla and Marisa in the kitchen while preparing the meal, Rod noticed by their interaction that they had bonded in some way. He could secernate by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner he detected various covert glimpses between them. The next day he casually asked Layla about it and she told him that they had both reached out and had gotten to have intercourse each former substantially over the last few months.

Rod headed back to shoal and plunk into his last few weeks. He put Marisa out of his psyche as topper he could, trying to have the fact that they had had a one-nighter and then a summer fling, and that was that. It was over. Who in their right field mind could look it to continue anyway, under the circumstances ?

-- --

In the middle of December, one night when he was cramming for his third-year examination, Rod got a call from his father. They said their hellos and then his father got to the reason for the call.

"looking son, I wanted you to know, Xmas is going to be a little dissimilar this year."

"What do you think ?"

"What I mean is that there will not be one. Not at my family anyway. I'm heading down to the Caribbean. I'm going to see an old champion who owns a hangout hotel on a remote control island where no one can feel me."

"Dad, what's going on ?"

"You can stay at the theatre over Christmastide break. In fact I'd appreciate it if you kept an eye on the place. Hopefully you can throw a nice Christmas at your mother's."

"Dad, what happened ?"

"It's embarrassing is what it is. It's Marisa. I kicked her ass out."

"Kicked her out ? Why ?"

"Because she's a cheating loose woman, that's why. I caught her in bed with your baby. And they were going to townspeople, let me tell you."

"Layla ? You got ta be kidding."

"I wish I was. I had some meetings canceled last week and came home a day other. I heard a racket in my bedroom and there they were, both eating pussy like it was The Last Supper."

"Oh my God. I didn't even know they were into girls."

"They're into licking assholes, that would be my guess."

"What ?"

"Never mind. Anyway, sorry to dump this on you, but you had to sleep together. I'm flying out tomorrow morning and will be gone a few weeks."

"Gee, Dad, I'm sorry."

"Thanks. And to reckon I was considering marrying the squawk. And I'm through with your goddamn sis too. I still can't believe it !"

"Again, I'm so dreary, and I hope you have a condom trip. I hope it helps you…"

"It can't detriment, that's for sure. I'll be in touch."

-- --

A duet night later Rod called Layla. He didn't expect her to foot up but she did.

"Layla, Dad called me. He told me what happened."

"Yeah, it's been a little risky and gaga around here lately."

"But you and Marisa ? I noticed you two were sort of chummy at Thanksgiving, but…how did it get started ? I didn't even know you were bisexuals."

"I didn't know either. But after that swinger party we went to—I told Marisa I'd gone there with you—I got into some three-ways. I liked it with two men, and I liked it with two womanhood. Then I would flow out with Marisa sometimes during the week when Dad was away. We liked each other, we talked about a lot of things, we were attracted, one thing led to another."

After a consequence of secretiveness, Rod said,"Wow. I never thought you and I would ever share the same woman !"

"I know, it's crazy, isn't it ? Maybe someday we'll share the like man."

"Huh ?"

"Have you called Marisa ?"

"No, I was going to do that next."

"You should. I'm indisputable she'd like to hear from you."

-- --

Marisa answered on the outset ring.

"Hi Honey, how is my favorite college boy doing ?"

"I'm mulct, but how are you ? I heard what happened."

"I figured as much. Sordid news travels far and fast. But I'm okay."

"I just spoke to Layla. I didn't know you two were into girls."

"If it feels justly, go with it. Just like the Night we met, retrieve ?"

"Yeah, I can't forget."

"Anyway, it wasn't planned, it just happened. And know what ? She's almost as good a fuck as you are. Just one thing missing."She laughed and added,"How's school coming along ?"

"One more exam, the day after tomorrow. I'll be home Saturday. Where are you staying ?"

"With friends for a while. My townhouse is leased out so I'm winging it."

After another significant pause, Rod asked,"Do you think I could see you ?"

"Oh, I think that could be arranged. Call me this weekend after you get settled in."

"I will,"he said. As they ended the phone call he noticed he was fondling himself through the denim of his jeans.

Marisa ended the call and turned to Layla, who was lying beside her on the bed, naked but for an old white t-shirt.

"He'll be home this weekend and it looks like the trey we talked about might actually happen."

"Really ? Oh my,"Layla said."When we talked about it I never really believed it would ..."

"You saw me and him going at it. You said that turned you on."

"Yeah, it did."

"I'd like to see you and him going at it. That would release me on."

"Oh God, I don't know. It's kind of weird, you know ?"

"You want to see him drub my ass again, don't you ? You want to see him fuck my ass with his tongue."

"Yes."

"You want to see his big pecker in my ass ?"

"Yeah, I do."

Marisa leaned her typeface close to Layla's."Well, I want to see all that too,"she whispered."But you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"diddly, you're making me wet,"Layla said.

Marisa kissed her and as her tongue squab into Layla's rima oris her fingers dove into her soggy gash.

"My God, girl,"Marisa said."You're drip !"

Layla smiled and kissed her deeply as she pushed her flat onto her back. She climbed on top, straddling her. She slid her eager loins up, gliding over pussy and stomach and knocker and neck and chin until her sop bare pussy was kissing Marisa's lips.

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